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Dare all out there. For the rest of the year I will not be putting out any poems or raps. I’m currently working on a short story that will be compiled from poems on here and other ones I have written.

I am also in the process of trying to get publish. WISH ME LUCK!!!!

I’ll be posing entirely regularly every week beginning January 7th, 2014. I am truly sorry for not being so regular as I want to. But I am very happy for the support that has been given up until now. So thank you to everyone that reads my work. I hope to have great work soon.

The problem with drivingwas surviving the returnwhile in a daze,constantly amazed at life,even thoughyou’re walking a tight ropemillions of miles from Earth.But we weren’t closeand I found walking difficult. Planning while soberto not get pulled overliving in the momentexisting in laughter at jokesand sleeping in green pasturesthat were all all in your head.That’s how these nights tend to goMy friends are welcoming enoughin thatthey don’t mind my guestthough half the timewith her hiding behind meI wonder if they know she exists.I coast from person to personconversing with the few people thereand yeah…I would like to skipto the fun partbut I can’t seem desperate.She driftsa leash keeping her.As they are startingher and I sit in a circle.My friend passes a cigarette.I take a dragwhile she quickly passes.The can of sodathat she nervously holdmay do the job though.Her eyes open to showpupils dilatedand my friends know,as one laughs,and she falls on her backas though pushed.i glance at herwith a grinthen place the tab on my tongue.

After our argument,
asleep in the back seat.
Thumb in your mouth,
as if on your mother’s teat.
In my rear view.
Our words and your.
I swear I’d never help.
Yet I always do.
I want to be else where.
Yet here I again sit.
Life is too fleeting
to continue with this shit.
I am too tired
to drive too far
so we have stopped,
stranded where we are.
If I try to explain
that somehow we can’t grow
the pain in my stomach
would let me know,
you’re my responsibility
as I am yours.
No matter how we fall
we’ve become each other’s floors.
Turn signal resounding
as if announcing
that this would all turn around.
With sobs
or a coo
I’m being introduced
to a new you.
Please stay asleep.
My eyes straight ahead
despite the high beams
on the back of my head.
I fear how much trust
you have invested.
Though it was terrifying.
I confessed it.
I have a persona
of almost indifference.
Despite the fights
we have a resilience.
It’s a sorrowful thing
to cling to this sort
of strange relationship
with all the scars
from battles fought.

Your transparency leads me to believe that you’re as shallow as the Reed Seathat Moses crossedthough you’d sayyou too are lost in translation.It was your trend to pretend to be someone,then be a mannequin,letting others dress you.When that failedbeing a bohemianfit into your plan.You took a crack atfollowing Jack Kerouacyet that included too many people as well.And though the term fit you,you’d never admit to being a hipsterbecause it’d put you in a group.You read Camuscould recite Satre too. Live by what Durden would do.You believed essenceproceeds existence.So you introduce yourself with pretense.This has become you.You call it culturethough I’m not too sure;when you show such demurin finding somethingto be a part of.

Let me taste syrupy sweet liesthat attracted those other flies.This is my gift to you in July.A personality more suited to a Gemini.But you’re a cancerin that you’re all over.Were you honestly lyingwhen you said you’re bipolar?You’re too kindthough only at timeswhen you call me beautifulto play with my mind.Then kiss me coldlyonly to soothe me.I know your cloudy transparency.How clear you are to me. You’re hoping to find romance, dreaming for fantasy,working for perfection,but we’re too human in reality.I saw how you became darkto hide that away.How you want to find true love…perhaps one day.And that need to be lovedhas defined who you are.

That nightwith a gray sky making silhouettesI saw two beautiful creatureswith flames on their skinsnow at their tips that chased after the essence of lifeand devoured it. You and I feared their way.So we bravely sneak pass.Leaving a flowing nightwhen we entered from the shadows at last.You laid your flesh.I slowly leftthough you bid me return.Feast on what I yearn.And for a moment learnwhat it means to chase life.Time disappeared into a hole in my heart.While happy I feared we’d part.The sun soon began dawning.Your tired eyes yawningasked for meto go with the morning.So away I wentmy time was then spentthinking to myselfof the creatures outsidethat chased after life.

At night sitting in my room
through glass
I watch the lives of others.
As white light pours in
I watch persons everywhere
performing imagined lives.
I watch through glass
behind glass
where silhouettes dwell
and entire lives pass,
within secure walls
as mine does.